Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
cv313,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.